Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, embrace it.
...people will line up and pay to see it!
- Which is it, quit or fired? - With Mike, it's usually both.
...and put them in my own skull...
I just got out of rehab. It's the closest thing I get to a drug.
And I keep waiting for someone to tell me I made it.
Dude, you rock!
Or pubic hair, I imagine.
These people don't know what you're capable of.
...wrapped them in full body casts.
- You think he'd come in this evening? - I'll call and find out.
I'm Mike... Shiner.
- I don't need the script. Give me a cue. - What?
Okay. Okay. Hey, hey, hey.
...backed up by even crappier comparisons.
- That's a second question. - It's a second part.
I said, motherfucker, are you threatening me? If I so much as get a letter from a lawyer...
Well, I'm a fucking actor.
We grossed billions! You're ashamed of that? Billions!
This. This. What is that?
my little sister....
I hate this job.
We have to start from scratch with less than 24 hours.
Now you're about to destroy what's left of your career.
This play's a drama. It's about...
Make it work with one line. I didn't even know the man. Right?
- Sammy? - It's Sam.
...twenty years ago, I said no to birdman 4.
I just sat on the beach for a while, looking out at the ocean.
You make them jump, laugh, shit their pants.
...and I'm never going to have it.
So you're not a great actor. Who cares? You're much more than that.
Well, this is the theater.
...the next morning, when Sam looks at the paper...
This is the kind of review that turns people into living legends!
There's nothing in here about technique, about structure...
This movie sucks. It sucks like Wish and Foodfight
You're Mr. natural. Mr. fuck-the-scene- just-stare-at-my-massive-hard-on.
- Fuck you! - No, fuck you, you coward.
Here we go.
You nobody piece of shit!
I'll fix the blood rig.
What are you doing? Homework?
You better get back to your seat.
- No. No. - 'Cause my father was.
I guess we make choices in life, and we choose to live with them.
...petty pace...
Bring the curtain down.
The kind of love I'm talking about, you don't try and kill people.
...who's busy following up his billion-dollar iron man franchise...
Shut up.
I'm good. I don't need it.
Sadly, it was with Mike shiner on a fake motel bed in front of 800 people.
Bye bye. And fuck you
...with a nice pair of cufflinks and that fucking chin.
What? I'm sorry.
That was p.T. Barnum's premise when he invented the circus...
- Don't do that thing where you... - make it about me? Never!
Don't worry... it'll be used to scoop up dog shit tomorrow.
...I missed the moment, really.
- With the play? You saw what. - No. You and Sam.
I'm not even here.
So why don't you just give me that same thing again, but cut it down. Try it.
It's always we, brother.
So, I went up to the mouth hole and I asked him.
...I'm really grateful to you.
What is the worst thing that he did to you? Seriously.
...I'm not a Broadway actress, I'm still just a little kid.
- I want him gone. - No!
The kind of love I'm talking about, you don't try to kill people!
He shot himself in the mouth, but he screwed that up, too. Poor ed.
Nothing.
Dad, what kind of... shut up!
We'll use Meg Ryan's guy. Who cares?
Adrenaline.
I wasn't even present in my own life, and now I don't have it...
...and I don't know how many times I've heard I love you, but it wasn't until that night...
If this doesn't work out for you, you fuck off back to your studio pals...
- Let me look at it. - It's done.
You think it looked massive?
- One more. - Go ahead.
She's my assistant. Works with me.
...and nothing has changed. You guys know if you crank out toxic crap...
I only heard his name mentioned in passing. I wouldn't know.
...a miniature, deformed version of myself that just keeps...
Riggan, everyone's set for 1-4. They're ready for you.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
This is carver! He left a piece of his liver on the table each time he wrote a page!
That's true. I haven't read a word of it, or even seen a preview...
It means there's a sun bed out there being delivered to in here.
Riggan, I'm missing him.
Blood was spilled both literally and metaphorically by artist and audience alike.
Good night.